Luo Shengyong looked at the classmates who were all so concerned about Ning Xiuyuan and said sarcastically.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Qiqi turned her head to look at the class monitor sitting in the front row. She leaned back lazily against the chair, her long legs resting on the desk, right arm draped over the chair back, her posture arrogant, her gaze contemptuous!
Luo Shengyong felt guilty under Qiao Qiqi's gaze, somewhat embarrassedly lowered his head, but in an instant became ashamed and angry, glaring at that arrogant girl.
"Classmate Qiao, do you think what I said was wrong? If so, why don't you go rescue Ning Xiuyuan yourself!"
Luo Shengyong's eyes were full of malice!
"Teacher Zhou's judgment is really something!" Qiao Qiqi sneered coldly, dropped her legs, and began to pack her backpack.
Luo Shengyong was provoked by Qiao Qiqi's words, excitedly stood up, pointing at Qiao Qiqi questioning, "Qiao Qiqi, what do you mean?"
